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Noah’s palm was up and coated in lube in no time.

Still panting beneath me, he rubbed his hands together, warming the lube and staring into my eyes.

He looked intoxicated. Desperate and needy. His teeth battered his bottom lip as his lids fluttered lower and lower.

Then he was reaching between us. His hand wrapped around my dick first, stroking me until I whimpered and then fisting both of us in his tight hold.

My dick grew harder against his and I started moving my hips on instinct. I needed the friction, craved the connection.

Planting my hands on the mattress above his shoulders, I pumped into his fist.

I could feel every ridge of his dick. Every twitch.

I kissed him hard, moaning when his hips started moving too.

I’d spent the whole hour-long drive home thinking about this. And now that I had it, I didn’t want it to end. But I couldn’t stop moving.

I couldn’t slow down. Because I wanted to come for him and I wanted him to come for me too.

I was addicted to the mess we made when we came together, and my chest tightened just thinking about it.

“Fuck, Noah.” I lost all my finesse when I was on top of him. I humped him with frantic thrusts of my hips, my need outweighing everything, consumed with how good he felt.

He was perfect. This was…fuck.

My spine tingled with the beginnings of my orgasm, but I stopped moving in time to chase it away.

Barely.

Because Noah’s hands were still on me. His moans were still vibrating against my chest. And his dick was still on mine.

I clamped my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensations.

It didn’t work. I was helpless when it came to Noah. I was helpless to do anything but fall apart for him even though it felt like we just started.

My breath caught in my throat. My chest tightened. My muscles bunched.

Shit.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t move.

Couldn’t talk.

But I managed to moan something that sounded like “I’m coming” before I erupted in his hands.

I kissed Noah through it, my hips finding a rhythm again when I realized he was coming too.

I didn’t have enough breath in my lungs and still I kissed him.

I kissed him until his cum was painted against our stomachs and his moans turned into whimpers against my lips. Until he grabbed the side of my face and kissed me so hard, my body shook against his, still emptying my seed while he jerked beneath me.

I didn’t care how sticky we were when I grabbed his hips and ground against him again. “I went my whole life without that and now I feel like I always need it. What the fuck did you do to me, Noah?”

He blinked up at me, his energy zapped and his smile lazy.

So many words wanted to rush past my lips.